More Quotes by William Shakespeare
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
For naught so vile on the Earth doth live, but to the Earth some special good doth give.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deserving.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
